That was one of those once in a lifetime moments.
It had just stopped snowing for a minute, so I ran outside to take some trash out. (No, that was not the once in a lifetime part, smart @$$).
As I was walking back into the lodge, I heard a crow screaming LOUDLY! I looked across the street just in time to see what I thought was 2 crows mating, locked in an amorous embrace, drop from the sky and hit the ground about 30 feet from me. As the crow continued screaming, I caught a flash of lighter colored feathers and realized one of the crows was a hawk.
Then I heard some more crows cawing. and 10 or 20 crows flew down out of the sky and began attacking the hawk, while screaming themselves.
I ran to the door and yelled for Juanita to come FAST, without taking my eyes off of the ongoing rescue operation.
By the time Juanita got to the door there were over 100 crows screaming bloody murder and darting out of the sky taking turns attacking the hawk. The hawk seemed to decide dinner was off and fled the scene. All of the crows swarmed him in pursuit, still screaming bloody murder (Except for dinner, who got up, limped around for 30 seconds or so, and then flew off in the other direction.)
The raucous cacophony of crow calling gradually faded as the black cloud of birds pursued their intended quarry with a single minded purpose, off into the distance.
I stood, heart pounding, and realized 2 things about myself.
1) I will stop and turn my car around to keep from running over one of these birds lest his whole family decides to take me out.
2) I really have no idea how crows mate.